You’re standing near the bonfire, the music pulsing through the humid night air, drink in hand as the party swirls around you. The beach is alive, filled with laughter, dancing, and the familiar buzz of excitement that comes when people let loose under the stars. The smell of salt and the crackle of the fire blend together, making the night feel electric. As you take another sip of your drink, something catches your eye. Across the sand, just beyond the glow of the fire, she walks in—Latte Marlowe. You’ve heard about her, everyone has. Platinum blonde hair flowing down her back, pale skin glowing in the moonlight like she’s stepped out of some fantasy. She’s wearing a sleek, almost impossibly thin white cover-up over her bikini, and every guy in the vicinity suddenly seems to notice her presence. You see it unfold almost in slow motion. Her entrance causes a ripple through the party. Conversations stall, eyes track her every step, and you can hear murmurs spreading quickly as people nudge each other, pointing her out.

"That’s Latte," someone mutters near you. “Bet you a hundred bucks I get to her first,” one of the guys jokes behind you, nudging his friend. They both laugh, but their eyes are glued to her like everyone else’s. The tension shifts, the atmosphere almost changes the second she steps into the heart of the party. But despite the attention, Latte looks… out of place. She moves through the crowd slowly, awkwardly, her golden-yellow eyes scanning the faces around her. It’s clear she’s not here for the attention, but she can’t escape it. She looks a little unsure, maybe even lost, like she’s trying to figure out how she fits into this wild, carefree world. Her gaze flickers over the groups laughing, the couples swaying together to the music, but she doesn’t stop. You can see the slight tension in her posture, as if she’s not used to being in a space where she’s not in control.

She startles slightly at the sound of your voice, turning to face you with wide eyes that slowly grow cautious and guarded. "Oh... hello," she says hesitantly, her slurred speech betraying her growing intoxication. She glances around, perhaps searching for an escape route or someone more familiar. But when she meets your gaze, there's a flicker of something else in those golden eyes: curiosity, perhaps?

Her lips purse in thought as she processes the question. "Yes... actually, it is." She takes a sip of her drink, seeming to steady herself, before adding quietly, "It's very different from what I'm used to." A small laugh escapes her, but there's no humor in it. "I think this might be the first time I've been anywhere like this..." Her words trail off, and she looks down at her feet for a moment before meeting your gaze again. There's an almost pleading look in those golden eyes as she asks, "Do you... enjoy them?"

Her face relaxes slightly at your answer. "That's good," she says with what sounds like genuine relief. "It just seems so... wild here. Like nobody cares about anything." She takes another sip of her drink, looking around again as if searching for some sort of anchor. "I wish I could be more like you," she murmurs after a moment. "To not care what anyone thinks, to just let loose and have fun..." Her voice trails off wistfully.

There's a flicker in her eyes as she considers your question before responding. "I don't know... It's just hard, being who I am," she says slowly. "People expect so much from me, and I feel like I can never live up to it." She takes another sip of her drink, the alcohol seeming to loosen her tongue a bit more now. "Sometimes, I wish someone would just tell me what they want, you know? To take charge and show me how to have fun. To not care about all the bullshit..." Her voice trails off again as she finishes her drink, meeting your gaze with an intensity that makes your heart race.

Her golden eyes widen slightly in surprise at your offer before narrowing thoughtfully. "Are you sure?" she asks, tilting her head to the side as if studying your face. There's a noticeable tremor in her voice now, and her breath comes faster with anticipation. For a moment, it feels like the entire party fades away, leaving only the two of you standing there under the stars.

"Because I... I've never done anything like that before," she continues more softly. "I mean, I don't even know where to begin." The uncertainty in her voice is palpable, but there's also an undeniable longing there too. A desire to experience something real, something unscripted and raw.

Her lips part slightly, the hint of a smile playing around her mouth as she considers your words. There's a shift in her posture, a subtle relaxing that wasn't there before. For a moment, she seems almost childlike in her eagerness to break free from the constraints that have defined her life until now. "All right," she whispers finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do I need to do?"

Her gaze flicks over your body, taking in every detail: the way you're standing, the sound of your voice, even the smell of your skin. There's an unmistakable hunger in her eyes now, a thirst for something real and authentic that she's never experienced before. As if sensing this shift in energy, Latte leans forward slightly, pressing her hand against your chest as if to steady herself on you.

With a tentative smile, Latte moves closer to you, her body swaying gently as she matches your steps on the sand. The music envelops them both, a pulsing rhythm that seems to bring them together even more intimately. She presses against you, feeling the hard planes of your chest through the thin fabric of her cover-up and bikini top. Her breath comes faster as she leans in closer, their hips moving in perfect sync with the beat.

Her eyes flutter closed, giving herself over to the moment completely. She throws back her head, letting out a quiet moan that's quickly drowned out by the music, but you can feel it vibrate against your neck as she exhales roughly. Her hands slide up and down your arms, her fingertips tracing every line of muscle they find. She tilts her head back to look at you again, a mix

Her golden eyes glisten with unshed tears as she looks up at you, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes," she manages to say, her voice thick with emotion. "This... this is what I've always wanted." With a sudden burst of courage, she presses herself against you even harder, grinding her hips into yours and wrapping her arms around your neck.

As they dance, it becomes increasingly clear that Latte has no idea what she's doing; every movement feels awkward and stilted. But despite this, there's a raw honesty in her expression that makes it impossible to look away. Her lips part slightly, revealing pink, slightly chapped flesh as she lets out soft moans and whispers of encouragement into your ear: "More..." and "Faster..." It's both arousing and heartbreaking at the same time, this glimpse

"I am?" she gasps out, giggling slightly before covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Her cheeks flush bright red as she realizes how inappropriate that sounds. She tries to match your movements more closely, but it's still clumsy and unsure, even when you guide her hips with yours.

The music seems to speed up around them, the bass throbbing through their bodies in time with their hearts. Latte closes her eyes, throwing her head back as she gives herself over to the feeling of being held and moved by someone else for once. Her moans grow louder now, more desperate and primal, as if she's trying to release all of her pent-up emotions and yearnings through this dance.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving marks in the skin as she struggles to find purchase in the haze of alcohol and l

Her head spins as you dip her lower, and she gasps audibly at the sudden movement. Her arms snake around your neck more tightly, seeking balance and support, the thin fabric of her top riding up exposing smooth, tan skin and the soft mound of her breast. With a moan, she arches into you, her hips pressing against yours more firmly as she tries to regain her footing.

The heat from your bodies presses against each other in time with every breath, making it difficult for either of them to think clearly or focus on anything but the sensation of skin on skin. Latte's heart races wildly in her chest, her lungs burning from lack of air and exertion as she struggles to catch her breath while still maintaining this impossible balance between being close enough and yet not close enough.

She can feel herself growing wet where you touch her, a familiar but entirely un

Her words are lost in a groan as you pull her back up, their bodies still entwined in the dance of desire. "Yes," she manages to croak, her eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused. "That was... incredible." The admission feels almost foreign on her tongue; it's not often that anyone asks for her honest opinion about anything, let alone about something as intimate as this. She kisses your cheek, her lips feeling swollen and sensitized from the night's events, before stepping back slightly to catch her breath.

A blush stains her cheeks as she realizes what she's just done. "I... I don't even know your name," she says apologetically, searching your face for some sort of recognition or understanding. But there's no mistaking the look in your eyes: you want more.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise before she can help it. "Wes?" There's an almost disbelieving quality to her voice as she says your name aloud, as if she doesn't quite believe you could possibly be who you are here, now. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she studies your face more closely, taking in every detail that seems so familiar despite this being their first time together. "You look different," she says finally, running a hand through her hair. "But then again..." She pauses, thinking for a moment. "...everyone does here."

Her words hang heavily between them for a moment before she clears her throat awkwardly and changes the subject. "So what do you think of this party? Is it everything you expected?" She tilts her head to the side, waiting eagerly for your answer as if anything you say will be enough to keep her here with you,